The Secret of the Creation Part 4

The tiny feet disturb not the dewdrops, as on the rose of Sharrion's breast they lie. You lights upon the stillness, you unseen pa.s.sers by.

How old are you thou tiny might that never has been still? Before the mountains were brought forth or the sands were in the hills.

With you let not sorrow, grief or pain, as in your house of clay which you oft regain. It is not yours to demand to give forth or to say. But it is of him who paid the price back in an ancient day. By him who created us of nature, to walk in nature's way. Haste you spirits of silence and tell me what you know; you lights against the walls like shadows of the snow.

I am not with thee; you make me hate you in my dreams. Except thy feet have been dipped beneath the fountain streams; or have fallen with Lebannon's cedar from the heights of boze. And grown up again in the springtime with the seed of Sharrion's rose. And been judged in the dewdrops by the morning star. And been tested by Judah's lion with all his might and power.

Come then, you messengers of love, and gladness, and speak when I am not awar. In the silence of the night time when turmoils and strife are o'er. Pa.s.s over the starry valleys where maidens slumber beneath the shades of time. They shall be mothers without sin sublime. Forget not the pine upon the mountain or the vine that droops from the wall. Tender as the orchard bloom that lingers till the day of fall.

Why make you sin of the things that are sacred? Did Mosier tell you so?

To change the heart of nature for things that would not grow. It was Satan who stood about the city with his host of fiends, and accused the highest saints of Jehovah of the vilest sins. Cease not then in your trend of events, you travellers weep no more. For the workman of Nazareth he has bridged the river o'er.

A High Praise--Salvation

The sorrows of the living in tears that are shed, Are oftimes calmed by the silent speech of those that are dead.

Some of them have been gone for many years.

Ministering souls of Mosier in the great vineyard of careers.

Shadows of the soul's despair, are banished by the host of the saints of the air.

Mosier's saints as they linger near.

Mosier, with his saints, shall return to reign some day.

By the spirit of his light over all his people of the great white way.

A High Praise

King Simon he was a rich man, in land and silver and gold.

In sheep and cattle and wealth untold.

He also wors.h.i.+ped Jehovah; this was that king Simon in the days of old.

Every year he came to Zion to sacrifice--his cattle all arrayed in the finest of gold.

Great respect he had for Jehovah, moving on in the laws of light in the things he was told.

He said to his bearers at dawn, "Let us arise and away.

There is a sacrifice in Zion and I want to be there to pray."

Perhaps he will respect these mites of ours before his altar we convey.

There was sorrow in Zion, the heavens were all faded and gray.

Jehovah had hid his face from the children of the world, and taken his spirit away.

His son, a.s.sailed with their wrath, sang beneath the diheftie in the gates of the city that day.

They cried, "yonder comes that n.i.g.g.e.r in his silken chariot of gold.

Come down you king, or we will crucify you and your fold."

But tears of sorrow for one among man, only revealed the thoughts of his soul.

He picked up the diheftie and away, and laid it down on Calvary, Then said to his bearers, "Send those sheep and cattle away--in the wilds let them go free.

For Jehovah's own son in this city of tears has ended such things for me."

A High Praise

Some one is watching over the earth that is still; some one rules over the fringed hills.

O you wonders of life praise him who rules over our changing wills.

I watched those stars in the distances; there are some that falter and fall.

I see them glitter for an instant through the azure ways, and are not found at all.

Does the soul have need of things? Come, then, and ask of me.

I will tell you where the fallen stars are found--in the treasure of the prince of Galilee.

The brilliant stars of a billion lights are seen to fade and pa.s.s away, as they wander through the haze of gray.

Out of the darkness of the night into the light of day.

Who is that glittering above Eden's light, with the prayers of the saints scattering the night?

Changing the stars in their courses so bright; teaching the speeding sun to shed his light.

Whatever the soul desires that shall it ask of me. I, who arose from the dead on Calvary.

Holding the earth in its place aright; ruling the seas with his powerful might.

O you transcities on the hills of white; for thee changing the time into days and nights.

If the soul shall cry, the prince shall hear the Lord whose high spirit is always near.

He cares for you as a father would; as a chickadee in the garden protects her brood.

Who is he that holds creation in its perfect mood?

He is almighty, yet you can help him; you can if you would.

What does your work profit? Why labor as one great? Does the Lord have need of you?

As the saints believe in his greatness, these are the things the Lord will do.

A High Praise

Alleuher with sin I am done, I believe on your son, I am saved by the love of the sanctified one.

What more can he say, than to me he has said? Showing mercy to the sinner, and raising the dead.

If Jairus had not believed, surely he would not have seen the salvation of Mosier, his power supreme.

The children came to seek him. O how they loved him then, O praise his high spirit that is given to men.

Yonder comes then that woman, a sinner to her people to say, "Mosier rests by our city, it is time that we pray."